PROLOGUE
What do you do when you can't resist your sister's husband's cock huh?. Do you walk away?. Do you pretend and just bury it,…Or you give in.
I'm Alyssa.
And this is how everything fell apart.
The cold marble pressed against my back as Victor drove into me, hard and unforgiving.
I gasped, my breath catching as he filled me completely.
"Don't stop…" I whispered, my voice shaking.
My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Every thrust stole the air from my lungs, every movement dragging another sound out of me I couldn't hold back.
Out there, people laughed. Glasses clinked. Everything was perfect.
But in here?
I was being fucked by my sister's husband.
And I didn't want it to stop.
When it was over, I stepped back into the ballroom like nothing had happened.
Like I wasn't still trembling.
Like I wasn't carrying his secret with me.
Elena smiled when she saw me.
Warm. Loving. Trusting.
"Where were you?" she asked.
I smiled back.
"Just needed some air."
If she knew the truth… everything would shatter.
Across the room, Victor returned.
Calm. Perfect. Untouched.
Like he hadn't just ruined me.
And somehow… that made me want him more.
CHAPTER ONE
MOONLIGHT JEALOUSY
I should've stayed at the table.
I should've looked away.
But I didn't.
From behind the curtain, I watched them.
Victor and Elena looked perfect together. Elena leaned into him like she belonged there. Like she had every right.
And he held her like she was everything.
The same hands that had gripped my hips minutes ago… now touched her gently and lovingly, that was what hurt the most.
"You've been distant," Elena said softly.
"I'm fine," Victor replied. "Just thinking."
She smiled at him like he was her whole world.
And he kissed her like she deserved it.
My stomach twisted.
Jealousy burned hot and ugly inside me from where I stood.
Because I knew something she didn't.
I knew how he sounded when he lost control.
I knew how he felt when he let go.
I knew a version of him she never saw.
And I hated that I wanted that version more.
I followed them as they walked back to the table, of course in secret.
Back at the table, everything felt normal again.
Too normal.
My niece Lily ran towards the table spilling the juices on the table, Victor instantly cleaned it up.
People smiled at the scene.i could hear them mumur.
"Such a perfect family."
I sat there in silence because I knew Victor was fucking me, I found pleasure knowing it wasn't so perfect. I rolled my eyes as I listened to everyone praise my sister....
Their whispers got interrupted when Victor's name was called for the award, the whole room erupted.
Elena beamed with pride.
"That's my husband."
And he played the part flawlessly.Charming.Grateful.Devoted.
"My wife… Elena," he said. "She's everything."
Everyone believed him.
Even her.
But I didn't.
Because not long ago…
He had been inside me.
Later, Elena squeezed my hand.
"You deserve someone who looks at you like that," she said.
I almost laughed.
If only she knew I couldn't stop thinking about her husband and the worst part?
This didn't start tonight.
Four Years Ago
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I was twenty-two. Angry at the world. Restless. And horny as hell.
Elena was already shining—nailing college, landing some cushy internship, our parents constantly bragging about how she'd probably end up with some rich, successful husband.
And me?
I was bartending at a shitty dive downtown, serving drinks to sad, drunk men and chasing dreams that never seemed to show up.
That night, the place was packed.
Neon signs flickered above the bar. The bass from the speakers thumped through the walls. Cigarette smoke hung thick in the air.
I wore a tight black tank top that pushed my cleavage high and a pair of jeans that hugged my curves just right.
Tips were better when men looked.
He walked in around midnight.
Victor.
I didn't know his name yet.
All I saw was a man in a crisp suit walking into a place he clearly didn't belong in. He stood out immediately—like a diamond dropped in dirt.
His dark hair was slicked back neatly. His jawline looked carved, sharp and clean. His eyes swept the room like he owned it.
He sat down at the bar.
"Scotch," he said simply.
No smile. No small talk.
But when his eyes met mine, something hot and sharp flashed between us.
"What brings a fancy suit into a dump like this?" I asked, leaning over as I poured his drink, letting my top dip just enough.
I felt his eyes drop to my chest before snapping back up.
"Business," he said, his voice low and rough. "Rough day. Needed to unwind."
I smirked.
"Everyone in here has a rough day. What's eating you up?"
He took a slow sip, his eyes still on me.
"A deal went south. Long story."
Then he tilted his head slightly.
"You?"
"Just pouring drinks to keep the lights on," I said lightly.
I wiped the counter, but I didn't move away.
There was something about him.
Controlled. Confident. Dangerous.
Not like the sloppy men who usually filled this place.
We talked.
We flirted.
He asked about the tiny rose tattoo on my wrist, and I spun a story about it just to keep him interested.
He laughed, deep and real, and it sent a strange warmth through me.
At one point, his fingers brushed mine when I handed him another drink.
The touch lingered.
Time passed too quickly.
The crowd thinned.
Eventually, he paid, but he didn't leave.
Instead, he stayed right there, watching me.
"Want me to walk you out?" he asked when my shift finally ended.
I nodded.
Outside, the streetlights buzzed softly overhead.
We stood near his car—sleek, black, expensive-looking.
"Need a ride home?" he asked.
I knew exactly what that meant.
I wasn't stupid.
But I wanted him.
"Yeah," I said.
Home wasn't where we went.
He drove us to a cheap motel just a few blocks away, the neon "Vacancy" sign flickering above the entrance.
My pulse pounded in my ears.
The moment we stepped out of the car, he grabbed me.
His mouth crashed into mine—rough, demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting like alcohol and something darker.
His hands gripped my waist, pulling me hard against him so I could feel how ready he was.
"Get inside," he growled, his voice thick.
We stumbled into the room.
The door barely closed before he shoved me against it, his mouth already on my neck, his teeth sinking just enough to make me gasp.
I tugged at his tie, ripping it loose. His shirt buttons popped under my hands.
He didn't care.
His hands moved over me like he was starving, under my top, squeezing my breasts, his thumbs flicking my nipples until they hardened.
"Fuck… you're fire," he muttered.
He lifted me easily, and my legs wrapped around him without thinking.
He threw me onto the bed.
Clothes came off fast—mine first.
My jeans were yanked down. His pants followed seconds later.
Then I saw his big thick veins running along the length.
I reached for him instinctively, wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking him.
He groaned, his head tipping back slightly.
Then suddenly, he pushed me flat and spread my thighs apart.
I was already wet.
His fingers slid inside me without warning, pumping rough and deep.
"Soaked already, huh?" he said with a smirk.
Then he thrust into me.
Hard.
One brutal push that buried him completely inside me.
I cried out, my back arching sharply.
He stretched me wide, the pain sharp but addictive.
And he didn't slow down.
He started pounding into me—fast, rough, relentless. His hips slamming into mine again and again.
The bed shook beneath us.
I scratched down his back, my nails digging into his skin.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.
"Take it," he snarled, his voice thick with something raw. "Take every inch."
I met his rhythm, my body moving with his without thinking.
Every thrust hit deeper, harder.
His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking hard, his teeth grazing my nipple.
The pressure inside me built fast.
Too fast.
And then I broke.
My body shattered under him, my orgasm hitting hard and sudden, my walls clenching around him.
He didn't stop.
He kept going, faster now, rougher, like he was chasing something.
"Gonna fill you," he growled, his thrusts turning wild.
And then he came.
Hard.
I felt the heat as he released inside me, filling me completely.
We collapsed afterward, both of us breathing hard.
For a moment… it felt like more than just sex.
He pulled me close.
We talked.
About nothing and everything.
He said he wanted to build something big. An empire.
I said I just wanted out of this life.
We even laughed a little, cracking open cheap beers from the mini fridge.
At some point, we fell asleep.
Morning light crept through the curtains.
I woke up slowly, reaching out across the bed.
Empty.
I sat up, frowning.
The room was quiet then I noticed something on the table.
A folded piece of paper.
I picked it up and opened it.
"Thanks for the night."
That was it.
Next to it…
Two crisp hundred-dollar bills.
For a second, I just stared at it.
Then the meaning hit.
He thought I was a whore, just something to pay off.
Something disposable.
Something easy.
Anger surged through me, hot and sharp.
I crumpled the note instantly, tossing it aside.
I didn't even touch the money.
I showered quickly, scrubbing at my skin like I could wash the feeling off.
I left that room furious.
Then few months later…
Elena walked into our house with a bright smile.
"Meet Victor," she said excitedly. "We met at a conference."
My whole body went still.
The same man.
Standing there like nothing had ever happened.
He looked just as perfect. Just as controlled.
His eyes met mine for a split second.
Recognition flashed.
But then it disappeared.
Like it meant nothing.
Like I meant nothing.
He smiled at my family, charmed them effortlessly, held Elena's hand like she was everything.
And I just sat there, forcing a smile.
Burning inside.
I could have said something.
I could have ruined everything right there.
But I didn't.
Because deep down…
The anger had already turned into something else.
Something worse.
Jealousy.
Obsession.
That night started everything.
And even now…
I still wanted him
My thoughts was interrupted by Victor's assistant. Robert.
He took my hands and asked me to dance. Elena nudged me. "Go. Have fun," she said. "Someone needs to make you smile tonight."
I went, my eyes constantly scanned for victor.
I wanted him to see me , I wanted him to get jealous, but he didn't glance my way once.
When I returned my niece Lily was half-asleep on Elena.
"She's out," Elena murmured, rubbing her back slowly. "Thanks for coming tonight. Means everything having you here. Family, you know?"
I nodded, my throat tight. Victor was carrying Lily, Elena's hand in his back pocket. She looked back at me, smiling faintly. "Text when you're home safe. Love you."
"Love you too," I whispered, watching the perfect family walk away.
And I stood there…
Knowing exactly how imperfect it really was.